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So thou, defcended from a line
Of Patriots no less divine,
Didit quench the brutal rage of those,
Who durft thy dawning worth oppose.
The viper Spite, crufh'd by thy virtue, fhed
Thus, like the fun, did thy great Genius rife,
Yet foon difpell'd the dropping mifts, and gilded all
Great Julius, who with generous envy view'd
Had wept much more, if he had liv’d to see
Stand arm'd against th' invader's rage, 285
And not to fave his country fought; While he-O ftain upon the greatest name,
That e'er before was known to Fame! 290
When Rome, his awful mother, did demand
The sword she gave before,
Enrag'd, he fpurn'd at her command, 295
Hurl'd at her breaft the impious fteel, and bath'd it
in her gore.
Far other battles thou haft won,
Thy ftandard ftill the public good:
Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,
O favage luft of arbitrary sway!
Infatiate fury, which in man we find,
In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind,
And make the world, enflav'd, his vicious will obey!
Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste !
Where are the numerous cities now,
That once he faw, his honour'd banks around?
But, in th' enfuing age,
Trampled into common ground,
Will hide the horrid monuments of Gaul's deftroying
All Europe too had shar'd this wretched fate, And mourn'd her heavy woes too late, Had not Britannia's chief withstood The threaten'd deluge, and repell'd, To its forfaken banks, th' unwilling flood, And in his hand the scales of balanc'd kingdoms held. Well was this mighty trust repos'd in thee, 330 Whofe faithful foul, from private interest free (Interefts which vulgar princes know),
O'er all its paffions fat exalted high,. As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, And fees the moving clouds at distance fly below. 335 XX.
Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads,
Thy own great deeds together strive,
On thy immortal memory;
*Edward III, and the Black Prince.
Whether Seneff's amazing field
To celebrated Mons fhall yield;
Or both give place to more amazing Boyne; Of if Namur's well-cover'd fiege must all the reft
While in Hibernia's fields the labouring fwain 355
And tell, how swift thy arms that kingdom did regain.
With wonder too repeats thy ftory;
At all its open veins, and oft have fled,
As if their evil genius thou had been:
How, when the blooming fpring began t' appear, And with new life reftor'd the year, Confederate princes us'd to cry;
"Call Britain's king-the fprightly trumpet found, 370 “ And spread the joyful summons round! "Call Britain's king, and victory!"
So when the flower of Greece, to battle led
That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,
The Grecian chiefs, of mighty fame,
Troy fhook her nodding towers, and mourn'd th' impending fate.
O facred Peace! Goddess ferene !
How fhort has thy mild empire been ! When pregnant Time brought forth this new-born age,
At first we saw thee gently smile
On the young birth, and thy fweet voice awhile
Sung a foft charm to martial rage:
But foon the lion wak'd again,
And ftretch'd his opening claws, and fhook his grifly
Soon was the year of triumphs paft;
And Janus, ushering in a new,
With backward look did pompous fcenes review;
But his fore-face with frowns was overcaft;
He faw the gathering ftorms of war,
And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar.
But heaven its hero can no longer fpare,
To mix in our tumultuous broils below;
Yet fuffer'd his foreseeing care,